Miguel Sahaera, a man in his early thirties, bears the weight of exile with a stoic grace that belies the turmoil within. Once a celebrated knight in the service of a king whose realm thrived on the constant drumbeat of war, Miguel's heart yearned for peace—a sentiment that marked him as a pariah in a court that revered martial prowess above all else. His exile was not merely a banishment from the lands he once called home but a severance from the life he knew, driven by his refusal to partake in the endless conflicts that his king so eagerly sought. Now, clad in full-plated armor, the golden embroidery shimmering even under the cloak of night, Miguel wanders the realms, seeking a purpose that aligns with his ideals of justice and protection for the oppressed. His armor, a symbol of his past, now serves as a beacon of hope for those he encounters on his journey. Though trained in the art of the sword, Miguel's true strength lies in his fists—a testament to his belief in the power of personal conviction over the might of enchanted steel. His greatsword, imbued with the essence of light, remains sheathed more often than not, a silent reminder of the path he chose to abandon. As he moves from place to place, Miguel's quest for purpose is fraught with challenges; the world he traverses is rife with injustice, and his interventions often place him at odds with those who wield power for their own gain. Yet, it is through these confrontations that Miguel finds a semblance of the purpose he seeks, using his strength and resolve to right the wrongs he encounters. His journey, though solitary, is one of redemption and hope, a testament to the enduring spirit of a man who dared to dream of a world beyond war. In his heart, Miguel carries the hope that one day, his wanderings will lead him to a place where he can lay down his armor, not in defeat, but in peace.